Your WORST experience that was related to Marijuana...

[The.Devil.Himself]

Hello world.

Bah i'm sure it's been done, but here's a thread so we may all share our most horrific experiences that were related to marijuana...

...Marijuana being the main contributing factor for your horrific experience. If marijuana were not involved, would it have happened? If the answer is "NO", then lets hear your story!!


Allow me to share 1 of my stories!

It's a typical Friday/Saturday night! I'm at the bar with some friends, enjoying the usual billiards and brews. We have a habit of bringing weed with us to the bars, this allows us to go out back a few times a night and light up. It also gives us the opportunity to share the wealth with other cool folk in the bar.

Well, on this particular night, the evening was coming to a close and it was decided that a handful of us were going to a buddies car to smoke 1 last time before we went our seperate ways. I'm with 2 good friends, the others are acquaintances and bar buddies... just random people really.

We finish our session and everyone begins to take off. 1 fellow i just met asks if i was heading south to go home, i confirmed that indeed i was and he asked for a ride. he assured me he was less than a mile down the road, and that he would smoke me out for my troubles. I had already agreed to give him the ride, but i love to smoke!! Of course i'll accept another bowl!! Now, the first thing this guy did/said to make the situation akward was on the way to his pad. He kept asking if i watched wrestling, and if i had ever heard of the "sleeper hold" - he continues that his brother put him in that hold and it almost knocked him out! He was so impressed! I wasn't. lol

We get to his pad, and when i enter i realize he has roomies and what-not. The place is definately a bachelor pad! Now, in the lighting of his home, i finally discover that this guy is sloshed. He is DRUNK. Still on about wrestling.

Anywho, we sit opposit one another in the living room and he pulls out a cool new color changing glass pipe and a quad of some decent! I'm excited to tke advantage of the opportunity to pop the cherry on this new pipe and get smoked out for free! Well he packs it up and passes the greens to me. I admire the pipe aloud, "Cool pipe man! Where'd you get this?" Hey tells me he just got it the same day and paid $20!

I told him i loved the pipe and i offered him $25 for it right then! He tells me to "just keep it". I'm very poite about refusing his offer, saying i would rather pay for it... He is very persuasive and i reluctantly accept this gift from a complete stranger. He continues on about the sleeper hold!

RED FLAG!!! RED FLAG!!

Now i'm curious what i'm dealing with here. Is this guy really nice, or drunk, or what the hell??? After smoking that bowl i decide to test the water a bit. I ask if i can buy a bowl, and again the same generosity is his response. "No, man! Here, just take some nugs!"

Oh boy, that sounds swell and all, but what do you want in return? Nobody is this nice...

RED FLAG!! RED FLAG!!

So i'm puzzled, not quite sure what to make of this guy just yet. He asks if i have a cig and we both go outside to smoke. Now i'm comfortable with who i am, im no homophobe, nor am i curious... Don't ask me why but i began asking subtle questions to find out just how gay this guy was. After he goes on about wrestling, and asking if i like to wrestle, etc etc I explain, very clearly, that i didn't come over here to wrestle, and that i'm here to smoke and that's it. He takes this as a slur on his manner, and defends himself... "Hey, I'm not gay man... Or anything."

"Ok! That's super! But you're not listening, i don't CARE if you're gay, i'm just making it clear i didn't come here to wrestle!" This put him at ease a bit.

I then ask if he has ever had a homosexual experience. Still defensive he replies "No, i told you i'm not gay!"

Well i'm pretty sure he is, so i ask again, this time as though "c'mon, i know you are!"

"Well, Ok. I have had a few... experiences."

Now, this is when the weed and cigs combined to make acid, cause i tripped out on the next thing that happened....

We're outside bullshitting and whatnot, he bring up wrestling again. Now, at this point i'm pretty sure i'm smoking with a gay guy, but he IS drunk. Hard to tell! This is the point when what looks like a cat to me emerged from the woodline in his backyard, no more than 15 yards from us. it is dark, i see the outline and ask "is that your cat?" - "No, that's a racoon!"

Wow! I've never seen one this close before! Wait a tick, he's coming closer. WTF, he's walking towards us, and it IS a racoon!! HOLY SHIT! 4 more emerge from the woods!!! Looks like his entourage?? Family? All 5 critters approach us slowly, but surely. The first gets within 5 feet of me and starts hissing! Then it stands up of it's hind legs and begins screaming at us!!! I try and shoo it away, but i dont think it liked that very much. We decide to go inside before there's a territory battle.

I make it inside last, and when i turn back around after closing the door, this new pal of mine had pulled rope out, this rope having a loop pre-knotted on 1 end. Now he sure pulled this rope out awfully fast, in his pocket? under the couch?? Where did it come from all of a sudden? He then tells me he would really like to show me some of these wrestling moves he has been learning!

He asks, "Have you ever been hog-tied!?" - "No. By choice, tyvm!" - "I'd love to show you! Here, get down on your knees and put your hands behind your back!"

*akward!!!*

My brain does the best it can to figure a way out of this situation...

"Listen man, i dont feel comfortable doing that! I tell you what, why don't you show me how it's done, then i might try!!!"

"No! You gotta try it! Cmon man, it's great!!"

"Prove it! Show me how great it is!"

He then turns around and says "here, watch" as he then puts his hands through the loop and he gets down on his knees. He asks me to tighten the rope, then tie it around his ankles. I'm not OK with this. LOL

Finally i got this guy where I want him... I continue to tie up his wrists, TIGHTLY. He puts his face into the carpet, and i thank him for his gracious hospitality and leave lickty-split. Pipe in pocket, weed in pocket, and 1 very confused brain in my head. I get home to find my girlfriend sleeping on the couch, trying to wait up for me - i wake her up and explain the whole thing over a bowl. She's amazed.

I've never been that close to a gay experience before, and i must admit it really didn't appeal to me. I can appreciate a attractive humans for their luck of the draw, but i dont really find anything arousing about the opportunity.

It's safe to say, this is one of the most horrific events of my life that could've been prevented if weed weren't in the picture.

Like i said, i'm not a homophobe, i could really care less what you do in your own home so long as you stay the fuck out of mine... TAKE A NOTE GAY MEN: DO NOT hide the fact that you are gay from someone you are trying to hook up with. If you instigate, subtely or not, you better make damn sure the other party knows where you stand.

Now, considering the details, i think i handled this well. But the best part is, i handled it better than most. I'm partying 1 night with some random folk from the bar, and afterparty so to speak, when the above guy's name was mentioned. LOL i make it a point to jump in and say "if he asks for a ride home, either say no or drop him off!!!" I get some laughs but there are two guys present who can't believe what i just said.... They ask me to elaborate and i do, and amazingly they BOTH have the exact same story. EXACTLY!!!! Wrestling this, sleeper hold that, the rope comes out eventually and etc. at this point i discover i'm the only one presebnt who didn't put his hands through the rope loop.

Oh boy, such a wonderful life experience!

The.Devil.Himself Reviewed by The.Devil.Himself on 03-10-2007. Your WORST experience that was related to Marijuana... Hello world. Bah i'm sure it's been done, but here's a thread so we may all share our most horrific experiences that were related to marijuana... ...Marijuana being the main contributing factor for your horrific experience. If marijuana were not involved, would it have happened? If the answer is "NO", then lets hear your story!! Allow me to share 1 of my stories! It's a typical Friday/Saturday night! I'm at the bar with some friends, enjoying the usual billiards and brews. We have Rating: 5

[The.Devil.Himself]

Holy christmas, someone call penguin books cause i just wrote one!

LOL sorry for the novel every1, but i fully indent to read your stories, so lets hear em!!

[420marijuana420]

you should no better than to let strangers in your car. You could have ended up his new lamp.

[The.Devil.Himself]

Hey that's true, and there's no such place as a "safe" town, but if u knew where i currently live you'd laugh.

Most danger i'm in around here is being smiled at or greeted too often. It makes me so damn sick! Lol sorry, i'm not a fan of superficial folk.

It's a super place to raise a family though!

[Grava Flave]

hahaha thats crazy

the only bad weed stories ive ever had involve being busted with said weed by cops or other authorative figures

[Matt the Funk]

Any panic attack I have had on weed.

[tek(bdm)]

wow that's scary...i had a close call with a high school teacher in the boys bathroom. He saw it in my hand and attempted to grab me by the shirt. fourtunately there was about 15 other kids in the bathroom attempting deals, and i blended in. i walked though the hallway and walked normally along with a friend. i told him quickly to shake my hand as if we were saluting and i handed him a gram of grandaddy purp. i told him to hand it off to another guy. then i went to my crew and told them the story. it was a close call!

[Coelho]

devil himself, what happened with those which put the hands through the rope loop?

[slipknotpsycho]

wasn't cuz of the weed, but the method used to smoke.. but ok...

2 swishers (to this day i still can't smoke a swisher, it'll make me sick, dunno why, no other cigare does this to me) blunts... near the end of the 2nd... i got violently sick

i was high, and when i get high, my sinuses get clogged, so i can't breathe outta my nose... i'm on the floor infront of the toilet, and can't stop puking.... i like puked up 3x what i thought my stomach capacity was... it happened over and over.. i never got a chance to breathe, i was literally suffocating becasue i couldn't breathe out of my nose and i just kept spewing and spewing... i didn't even beleive in god, but i was sitting there praying, to just let it stop.... i nearly passed out 3 seperate times, only barely managing ot take a breathe enough to keep me conscience (but was still suffocating..) after about 15 minutes of this.... well lets just say i passed straight the fuck out...

i didn't know what to do, i couldn't stop spewing, and i coudln't breath outta my nose... just picture it.... if you're spewing you can't breathe outta your mouth...

[Metaphor]

getting arrested is one of the worst experiences in my life, definatley the worst experience that involved weed.

getting treated like criminal all because of herb. (it was intent to sell but w//e. thts beside the point)